I really just wanted to mention this as it’s written on my alma mater’s website. Note the completely pointless quotation marks around words like “help out” in the descriptive paragraph.

I SHOULD BE IN THIS POOF!

Seriously, though. Come. It’s funny, and you know I don’t use that term lightly…

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Biola’s Theatre 21’s Spring 2009 Play “Charley’s Aunt”

Dates:

Thursday, April 23 at 8:00 PM
Friday, April 24 at 8:00 PM
Saturday, April 25 at 8:00 PM
Sunday, April 26 at 4:00 PM
Thursday, April 30 at 8:00 PM
Friday, May 1 at 8:00 PM
Saturday, May 2 at 8:00 PM
Thursday, May 7 at 8:00 PM
Friday, May 8 at 8:00 PM
Saturday, May 9 at 8:00 PM

Admission:

Faculty, staff, students and alumni $8
All others $10
Order tickets at theatre.tickets@biola.edu

Event Description

Written in 1892, the show by Brandon Thomas has been revived many times and was a hit movie in the 1940’s with Jack Benny in the lead role. Two Oxford University students want to “woo” two women, but must have a chaperone. They have an older “aunt” who lives in Brazil, so they get a third friend to dress up as the aunt to “help out.” When the real aunt from Brazil shows up, the comedy comes fast and furious. It’s a classic show that audiences will thoroughly enjoy.

Between Nick Adenhart and fatal altercations in the parking lots of Anaheim and Los Angeles, baseball is making it hard to love it this year.

That is, until I watched the Dodgers’ opening day festivities Monday afternoon, and got to see the ineffable Vin Scully briefly address the crowd. I can’t say anything about him that hasn’t been said better and more often, but I will never forget falling asleep to his dulcet tones on my brother’s radio, often prying open my eyes just long enough to hear him tell me to stay tuned for the post-game show.

Baseball is a part of my life in a weird, almost vicarious way. I’ve played (and am playing) my share, although I will never truly tire of it. There’s just too much there for me to stop caring about it. Whether it’s memories with my parents, friends, siblings, mentors or friendly rivals, I will always hold this game in a part of myself that no one but Vinny himself could sever from my soul.

Until then, I’ll continue to inundate no one in particular with random stories from my life. The first one will be about my high school prom, and I will break it up into a few parts so as to make it more digestable for the reader and less intimidating for the author.

“And I realized that I was jealous of the homecoming king not because of his crown, but because of his great pitching arm. He struck me out once when he was on the Indians five years ago.”

“And Cesar, the foreign exchange student from Brazil, began to do his best to get a ride home in my car. Without his date.”

“It wasn’t the bumping and grinding that bothered me so much as the fact that I had celebrated a harvest festival in this same building with my friend’s church group a little while back. I just can’t thrust my hips when all that candy comes to mind…”